Where is the colored laundromat
A whirl of whisteles blowing.
No trains or steamboats going--
You know, right at Christmas
Boundaries bind unbinding
Since we move dup to Mount Vernon.
In a supermarket sea.
And a leaf of collard green.
Cultural Exchange
Whats smelling, Leontyne?
Pushcarts fold and unfold
For fun to blow doors down.
They asked me if my blackness,
Would it rub off?
I said, Ask your mama.
Dreams and nightmares!
Dreaming that the Negroes
By the river and the railroad
And we better find out, mama,
Dr. Rufus Clement his Chief Adviser,
Where the doorknob lets in Lieder
Lovely Lieder, Leontyne.
Of the South have taken over--
In the pot begind the paper doors
In the Quarter of the Negroes
With fluid far-off goind
More than German ever bore,
Dust of dingy atoms
Is gently stewing.
Blows a scratchy sound.
In the Quarter of the Negroes
In white pillared mansions
Martin Luther King is Governor of Georgia,
In a pot ofcollard greens
A. Philip Randolph the High Grand Worthy.
And the wind wont wait for midnight
Her yesterday past grandpa--
Where thedoors are doors of paper
Not of her own doing--
Comes the COLORED HOUR:
Lieder, lovely Lieder
Nightmares, dreams, oh!
Right out of power--
Voted all the Dixiecrats
Amorphous jack-o-Lanterns caper
on the old iron stove whats cooking?
Yet Leontynes unpacking.
